It's the same old song, about two people that can't get along.    Goodbye bridges.    They bitch and moan when they should be strong. Together now.    Goodbye bridges.       I hope and pray that it's still standing soon,    but the bridge is gone and I can't cross.    I hope and pray that it will work out fine,    but the bridge is gone and they can't cross.       The anger's caused the bridge to fall and tumble down.    Goodbye bridges.    With the loss comes pain they don't understand why it fell.    Goodbye bridges.       I hope and pray that it's still standing soon,    but the bridge is gone and I can't cross.    I hope and pray that it will work out fine,    but the bridge is gone and they can't cross.       I hope and pray that it's still standing soon,    but the bridge is gone and I can't cross.    I hope and pray that it will work out fine,    but the bridge is gone and they can't cross.    We both think that you should work this all out,    but the bridge is gone and I can't cross.    I hope and pray that it will work out fine,    but the bridge is gone and they can't cross.